They have tables and chairs here in the concourse, but who has time for that? I ask for a coffee ($1.50), and -- what the heck -- I grab the nearest pastry. It's a cinnamon roll ($3). Shameless, but I figure the running I'll do today, we'll burn this off no time at all.

This is about 7:40 a.m. Halfway through Jimmy's day. He opens up at 5:30.

"Over there, by the window," he says. He can see me looking wildly around for the sweeteners, stirrers, milk.

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At least your coffee and pastry are welcome on the Coaster. On the Trolley, there's no eating or drinking permitted. That we still use that depot, and for its original purpose (trains) is amazing. Most cities have razed their train stations, and of the few that still have them, many have been converted to other uses.